Self Portrait

© 2019 Photographic Image by Christopher Thompson All Rights reserved
   
I have become virtual 
I intended to be natural 
To remain natural.
Having become choppy 
In the morning time
Like a Chopin Ballade,
I must return
To the Death Mask
Of Night.
Rigidly I become sleep.
I drown with the fishes.
There is for me
No more perfect a time.
Me and the subconscious,
Flat as boats on a tide,
I sleep, whilst boating
On the ride of time.
There is nowhere
More special,
More Atlantic.

© 2019 Christopher Thompson All Rights Reserved
Self Portrait 


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